30 September 2007

the cut of your j-i-b

I just spent ten minutes, transfixed, watching my clothes spin in my very own washing machine in my very own kitchen. This in some weird way mirrors the ten minutes I spent, transfixed, staring at the unfamiliar detergent brands in Sainsbury's this afternoon.

soundtrack: Campaign of Hate - The Libertines

27 September 2007

amy winehouse + me = bff

Kevin: Do you know who that is?
Me: Yes! Isn't she supposed to be in rehab?

25 September 2007

stratigraphic

I have been copyediting the various ancillary components for this geology textbook for so long, I just need to look at something else for a minute. I'm grateful for the work, obviously, and yet fully convinced that no matter how many examples of lethal volcanoes and priceless gems one uses, geology is a pretty damn boring subject.

Y'all, I am on my way to having a bank account in pounds sterling. This is getting serious. Furthermore, there was a very large, presumably British spider crawling across my floor earlier. I politely released him into the decidedly British flora beneath the kitchen window.

soundtrack: Decent Days and Nights - The Futureheads

20 September 2007

london: day two

So far, so good.

The flat is completely worth the price: really spacious, good location, great water pressure, and hello, a washing machine! I haven't had free laundry since high school. The flatmate, Rita, has been exceptionally hospitable and friendly. I'm not sure how much we'll see of each other once school is in swing - she has two jobs, from 4-8 on weeknights and 9-6 on weekends - but if nothing else, I foresee a peaceful coexistence.

Alas, Pete Doherty has not yet stumbled down my street, but I think he's in rehab in Wiltshire so, you know, there's time. Meanwhile I successfully navigated the bus to and from UCL, enrolled, got my ID (with an inevitably terrible photo), got my Oyster card, revived my mobile phone, and stocked up at Sainsbury's... only to realize Rita doesn't have a can opener... which made me feel like a redneck American raised on bomb shelter leftovers. Although, based on the eerily vast assortment of tinned ham available at the grocery store, I suspect I'm not alone.

soundtrack: We Are The Firm - Cockney Rejects

08 September 2007

overture

Don't get excited. There will be no self-pitying whinges, no existential crises, and nothing remotely classifiable as emo in this dark corner of the internet. Expect a travelogue, photos, Pete Doherty anecdotes, amusing points of interest, and the generally miscellaneous contents of my brain.

That's pretty much it.

soundtrack: Sounds Of The City - The Bouncing Souls